Page 55 of My Rules for Revenge
“Yeah. You have good lips. I’m gonna go dance,” I remarked.
“Oh, alright. Do you want me to go with you?”
“Later on, handsome. For now, I dance alone,” I said as I batted my eyelashes.
“As you wish, beautiful,” Eddy replied with a smile.
“Oh, I’m beautiful now?”
“Of course.”
“Good.”
I swiftly took off his fedora and placed it on my head. I ruffled his curly hair and jetted away with another drink in hand. As I went to the crowd, I passed Luna and winked at her as she headed for the kitchen. While she talked with Eddy, I danced wildly. It was what I usually did when I was a bit drunk…or a lot drunk. I liked to get the blood flowing.
I twirled and twerked for a good ten minutes before I saw him. I would recognize him anywhere. Hell, it could have been thirty years later, and I still would have recognized him.
I saw him stumbling up the stairs. He wore a horrible beanie and a flannel shirt that only douchebags owned. I set aside my drink and pushed my way through the crowd. What the hell could this moron be up to? I thought to myself.
When I got to the second floor, I saw him enter what seemed to be Frankie’s bedroom. As he shut the door, I lunged towards it, but he’d locked it. I jangled the doorknob and pounded on the door.
“I’ll be just a minute,” Jacob announced.
“You better open this door right now before I hurt you,” I threatened.
It was no use; I had to wait until either Frankie or Vivian came to open it. Admittedly, I wasn’t on my A-game. I was pretty drunk, so I didn’t think to pick the lock with a hairpin or a metal string. I felt nauseous and dizzy after I shouted, so I stayed quiet for the first time in my entire life. For now, I pressed my ear to the door and intently listened to their voices.
“Excellent tongue technique, Frankerson. I had no idea you and Vivian were screwing around. This is quite scandalous,” Jacob commented.
“Jacob? What are you doing here?” Vivian asked.
“You horny dogs got room for one more?” Jacob added.
“Yo, what the hell, man? Why are you in my room, dickhead?” Frankie asked.
“Frankie, you didn’t lock the door?” Vivian asked.
“I was so focused on you, babe—that I forgot,” Frankie replied.
I rolled my eyes when I heard that cheesy one-liner.
“You can’t fault a man for being focused on his girl,” Jacob commented.
“Wait, why the hell are you at my party? No one invited you,” Frankie remarked.
“Well, I had a plan to get laid at this little shindig. It’s not working out. I drank a lot. I feel strange, and my stomach is bubbly,” Jacob explained.
I vaguely heard a brief shuffling. It sounded like a pair of clothes being taken off and subsequently thrown.
“Jacob, please put your pants back on,” Vivian requested.
“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re about to get your ass beat,” Frankie threatened.
“Frankie, wait. Let’s not resort to that,” Vivian pleaded.
“Yeah, Frankie. Let’s not resort to that. Let’s resort to having a threesome. Who’s with me?” Jacob asked.
“Alright, that’s it. We’re fighting. Get your brown ass over here,” Frankie ordered.
